Insex - Interlude (Live Feed From July 13, 2003) - Spacegirl, Moonshine

Release Year: 2003
Studio: Insex
Cast: Spacegirl, Moonshine
Genres: BDSM, Hard Bondage, Ascendancy, Fetich, Humiliation, Flogging, Rubber
Video language: English

Interlude is the directed footage of a live feed with Spacegirl and Moonshine, shot in three segments, July 12, 2003.

The first half of Interlude explores the imago and predicament of long term containment.

The second half follows Moonshine into the barn for intensive bondage, torment, and delight.

It starts out with two dolls undressed on a mattress, chained to the wall. One wears a solid metal hood. The other wears a extreme metal head cage. The one wearing the metal hood investigates its immutable surface with her hands, as tho’ trying to understand it. The two damsels touch one another. They hold hands, seeking comfort in this strange circumstance where they wait and wait.

Upon a mantel rests a skull and torture devices, perhaps portraying the course of things to come. Then we see a metal container. The doors are opened to reveal two maids packed side by side within, separated by a metal grid.

Once the hoods are removed, Spacegirl and Moonshine sit, waiting. Time is the enemy. It eats into muscle, into the mind. The container is turned on its side so that now they are stacked, one above the other. They re-position, their undressed youthful skin stark inside so much metal. Metal plates are removed from the side and each girl’s head is pulled out and bracketed in location.

Spacegirl is slapped in the face repeatedly. They are both with gag in oral cavity. The metal grid is uttermost on knees. Pain mounts in small increments. Clothespins are placed on tongues, ear lobes, and the septa of their noses. They wait. Now time is . Drool drips into the hair of the one below. The babes help one one more, finding a way to remove the clothespins. But with the clothespins gone, the pain of their position becomes paramount. Their torturing rises.

The gags are removed. More face slapping. But a caress here and there between the slaps creates dutifulness, willingness. The metal plates are unscrewed. They recoil into their containment, worn down by captivity.

The second part occurs in the barn. Moonshine is chained onto a armchair. A stern black leather hood conforms to her face. She has only a small hole through which to breathe, rocking with each breath as although it is a struggle.

His shadow darkens her form as he . He fondles, kisses, plays with her breasts. Her feet are raised to the front corners of the seat and fixed in location, so that her knees are up and separated.

When the hood is removed, a clear plastic bag, loosely fitted to the head and neck, is put in location. The plastic fogs from the moisture of her breath. A dildo goes inside of her, its shiny black surface setting off her many dangling labia rings. Clips pinch her nipples. He flogs her pussy. Cord is looped tho’ her labia rings and restrained off around the protruding base of the artificial cock to keep it in location.

The clear hood is replaced by the constricting black leather hood, each lace pulled to meld it to her face. The hood creates the sense that her head is an representation rather than a living thing. Her hands, pinioned jointly by the hard leather strap, make worried movements. She holds them together as tho’ in prayer. And the flogging starts again. Her flesh goes red from the welts about her rose. Her hooter is mottled by the whip. The Eroscillator appears. The maw of her bush widens from excitement, ringed by labial jewelry. When she is unable to come by the time he counts backwards from ten, he turns off the vibrator and leaves.

Then she is standing, legs spread, arms strapped back. The high collar on her neck keeps her chin up. One leg is bound to the beam behindhand her, perpendicular to her flesh. He shocks the asshole of her foot with a cattle prod that looks for all the world like the Devil’s fork. The vibrator returns, but a cane appears also. He uses them together. She cries and bawls. He kisses her. She looks shell-shocked, her bright red melon like a neon sign.

She at the last moment comes, her face a mixture of and pain.

Format: actual
Duration: 1:31:00
Video: 320×240, RV30
Audio: 43kbps

Video clip size: 148.3 MB